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    Kool G Rap
    You know the Don's armed wit sixteen
    And I go hard for the big cream, the whips and the carriage
    Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, switchin' the fabrics
    Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hittin' the hazards
    Spot a bitch wit that Cris habit, I gotta have it
    Fuck shorty and send her OT wit a brick in her baggage
    Roll where the clubs at she liquored up lavish
    She only lick dick status to get cabbage
    Dick get lathered to the thick baptist
    Who back on the map? Giancana wit a vengeance
    It's drama to the finish, but the llama to your appendix (aiight)
    And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood
    I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga)
    This where the buck stops, fuck props
    Buck shots at the top money, what the fuck you forgot?
    Thought I was done and wasn't thuggin' the block?
    Still real, bustin' the glock
    Put it where you could see it (blao) what up now?

    (Chorus)
    Mike Tyson

    Mike Tyson
    People always talkin' bout I'm being loud and ruckus
    I'm talkin' rogus because I'm angry, you know?
    I'm angry about my experiences and all the things that I been through
    See everyone else has the right to be angry
    But this is just the way I express myself
    (So, you ready to fight?)

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    Vinnie Paz
    Yo, bust a motherfuckin' gat to this
    Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholics
    I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate
    My rap a lab-a-rynth, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it
    My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it
    I'm surly, miserable cat that slap shorties
    Looks kinda resemble that of fat Pauly
    I don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me
    Chain hang down to my dick, I'm that gaudy
    I don't even fuck wit you cats, you rap poorly
    I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny
    Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you
    And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do
    you should understand that I ain't really fuckin' around
    and if you don't, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground
    We buckin' em down, cuz that's how wrong my life is
    Y'all don't understand how fuckin' strong my wife is
    I'm from a time where every song was righteous
    Before rap was just a swarm of white kids
    And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness, or just another victim to the
    pawns and sheisters
    I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers
    And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless
    What!!! Fuckin' Vinnie Paz daddy!!!! (Yeah!!!)

    (Chorus)

    Mike Tyson
    And I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to waist my life
    Cause when I die I'm going to paradise
    So I'm not worried, and I'm in a hurry to die
    Cause I'm not gonna let nobody disrespect me
    and make comments about me without me retaliating

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    Composición: Nathaniel Wilson

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